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Hello December

Hello December! You came a little too quickly for my liking. Then again, I'm alright with that as well. I'll be done with my first semester of college. Didn't go as smoothly as I would have hoped. Then again, it wasn't as unbelievably stressful as I was expecting. Well, school wise that is. I didn't expect all the other stuff that came this semester. But that's ok. It's definitely been a learning experience, and given me a lot of things to think about.

I'm sad no shave November is over. Sammy shaved his little beard. Oh well. This would be the time where I spill the beans and say that he cheated. That's right, he started the last week of October! Gasp! So scandalous!

Oh winter break, I can not welcome you enough. I only need to get through one more week and then I'm done! But then again, I also have a week to right a few papers. Ahh! I have a lot more finished on these papers then my classmates though so that's a little less stress.

It's been a pretty silly week. On Monday I spilled spaghetti on my bed and got a paper cut from opening my friend's wedding invitation so quickly. Tuesday I had cramps and spent the day with the heated bed buddy. Sammy was a little jealous of my bed buddy and said he'd make me feel better. I informed him that unfortunately, I can't heat him in the microwave. Wednesday I face-timed for the first time. Thursday was quite dramatic so I bought myself some ice cream. Ben and Jerry's should have won a nobel prize. And Friday I accidentally dropped my phone at a basketball game and it ended up falling in between the bleachers all the way to the floor, so I got to climb underneath them and rescue it.

Last night, I was with Sammy and the Dark Night was on tv. Since he loves Batman, we watched it for a little bit. I instantly started feeling sick and disturbed and just, ahh. Then last night I had a dream that James Bond was basically the Joker and Bane combined and was coming after me. He was so evil he somehow ended up killing those fairy ladies from Sleeping Beauty. I was in a hospital with a bunch of kids and was trying to protect them. Then the team from NCIS showed up and was trying to save the day. Tony ended up getting shot and Ziva was helping him, and then BAM! James Bond came in the room and was going to attack. But then, Gibbs came in and saved the day. He shot that man without blinking.

How sad is it that that was my nightmare? At least Gibbs saved the day.

Oh December. I'm so excited to take a break, spend time with family and friends and celebrate the birth of our Savior. Let's do this!


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